Vincent feels something crumble within him and he latches onto his brother, taking a care not to crush him with his restored strength. He lets himself be the little child he refused to be even when he was one, just for a bit. "You nearly didn't."
He takes a step back and pinches the bridge of his nose, a deep breath holding back any further tearing up, as he collects himself.
"We'll need tea, and seats." He looks up at his brother limply. "There is much to discuss." He swallows. "First though... without the details, is everyone here still alive?"
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